guy's mind

The ex-model, the ex-lover of numerous sounding names, the chanteuse. Carla Bruni has always moved in an environment that encourages everybody to creat themselves, to celebrate, and to exploit by every trick in the book. Bruni may be tailored to french penchants what Paris Hilton is globally: rich, flamboyant, and popular to be popular. Whereas Paris Hilton is the superficial slattern who barely hides that she she can do little else than by using her millions stage herself and her millions.


Next to her, Carla Bruni is the professional melancholic - a rainy day goes along with her songs perfectly. One year ago, she said that she had been in psycho-analysis for years, «a real Job» it was, «four times a week». She is interested in the length of her eyelashes («beauty deals with intelligence») as well as in Proust («In my modeling times, on long-distance flights, I had time for this»). She shines as the cheerleader of sensitive hearts who suffer from inaneness and who long gor surprises. She flaunts her political affinity (for Ségolène Royal during the election campaign and recently against Sarkozy's DNA tests with immigrants) as much as her carry-ons (Eric Clapton, Mick Jagger, Vincent Perez, Arno Klarsfeld, or Donald Trump). As first lady of the Paris Bobos, she does not keep her neuroses to herself: «I often feel guilt», Bruni said, «because I have a good life but often cannot see that».

And now, after the popstar, actor, hotshot solicitor, director, philosopher she messes about with Monsieur le Président. He offers her worldwide clangorous diversion. She does so as well: Bruni was the story he let the awkward Lybian president be buried in in oblivion by. The difference between and her is attracts attention: Carla Bruni diverts herself, Sarkozy by himself and his politics. Either way the power of love has always been the one of distraction.